Freaky Phone Call

Right now I'm sitting here at the computer feeling very jittery and freaked out. It's almost 11:30 at night, and my cell phone just rang. I thought it might be a friend of mine, who sometimes gets off work late and needs to vent about work. The last time my phone rang this late, it was that person, so, thinking it might be them, I picked up the phone.

Much to my bewilderment, the caller, a man, says "Hi."

Now, I only have one male friend, and from the tone of voice, I knew it wasn't them. So I responded very cautiously, "Hello."

He then asks me how I'm doing. Again, still puzzled and wondering who this caller might be, I reply that I'm fine. All the while I'm thinking, who the $%^^ are you? And then I just went ahead and ask this man who he was. Well, actually, to be more precise, I asked, "May I ask who this is?"

To which the man replies, "You can...but I just wanted to tell you that you're hot."

"..............."

I hung up.

And turned off the phone.

I don't know if that will do anything. Do cell phones have redial? Because I do NOT want that man having my cell number!

I swear, that's it. I'm going to have someone put those ringtones on all my numbers so I don't get anymore stupid calls like this. I can't even begin to tell you how freaked out I feel right now. Like I want to run around and lock all the doors and stuff.

Man, sometimes not having a talking cell phone sucks ass. It's that once-in-a-million wierdo phone call that just makes me want to break down and get a talking cell phone...

Geez!!!! Do wierdos do this? Just call random numbers and hope to get females on the line to tell them creepy stuff like that?
Man, I sure hope I don't get anymore calls like that. Late at night, that is way too freaky.

My Neighbors Are Going Too Far!!!!!!!

Right now, I'm so frustrated with my neighbors, I could spit nails.
The incident happened a couple of days ago, but it still bothers me and while I don't want to use my blog for bitching and venting, I can't help myself anymore.

There is just way too much backstory for this, so I'll skip it. I highly doubt my neighbors will read my blog, but just in case, I don't want to give them any more ammo to use against us...

My brother, who loves working on his idiotic cars, bought a bunch of junkers off friends and begged our mother to let him keep them in our front yard. This is very annoying to her, but she said yes, in spite of herself. So our yard looks like a freaking junkyard. Something that was, which I might add, pointed out bluntly by one of my neighbors. personally, it's none of his business. It's our yard and my brother has all the titles to these junkers.

Okay, so the other afternoon, my brother came over to the house. (He is hardly at our house anymore, because he practically lives at his girlfriends.) My brother was planning to start chopping up one of the junkers so he could finally get it out of the yard. He was probably working on it for about an hour and a half. He stops, and what should happen? A cop shows up.

My brother saw the cop approach. The cop asked what address this was, and my brother told him that, plus that hey, he'd stopped already.
Next thing that happens? Another cop shows up! And the second cop, to the first cop, asks if it's a chop shop. My brother heard him and was like, hey, I've got ALL the titles. If you want to see them, you're welcome to do so.

The cops left.

Naturally, I would think. We're not doing anything wrong!

What happened angers me! It infuriates me! It makes me so furious that I want to run into the street and yell at them to leave us the $*&^%%** alone!!!!!

As for what happened, I personally think that one of the neighbors didn't believe my mother when she told people that my brother had all the titles to the cars. I think they were hoping the cops would bust my brother or something.

Whatever...

First of all, what would that solve? Would it give them something to talk about? Would it give them pleasure to see other people's misery? If that's the case, I sure hope a lightning bolt hits their house.

Okay, maybe I don't, but I sure do feel sorry for them that they do this kind of crap.

So, the ending to this story is that the cops went away, and all is well...

For now, anyway.

Until the next time my brother comes and they call the cops again.

Sigh. My heart can't take this.

What is wrong with my neighbors? Don't they realize that calling the cops for everything is wasting city money? They need a new hobby. Like eating ice cream. I hear it works wonders.